Two Rivers Isle better get back to the black hole sun

It seemed as though they had reached a point in their conversation where neither one wanted to move forward. Smokestep had tired himself, and the gash against his neck would be draining if he wasn’t careful. Glancing over his shoulder in search of Sandpiper’s copper coat, he frowned thoughtfully and bid his company farewell. Swinging his tail, the pale corsair found speed in the length of his limbs and he disappeared. The sun set not long after his departure, shrouding their former meeting grounds in a cloak of ink. As the night passed, Smokestep had started to forget the dark brown features of the other boy. The Cairn children were close to their home, and he was eager to lay claim to the cool waters of the bay.